Upper Management.

Ummmmm

Ok.

The question on my mind lately is: Why, oh why, does it seem like the most idiotic, under qualified people end up in management positions? Not only are they the most annoying people you'll ever meet, but also completely unaware that no one likes them. I mean, how can you not know that your misspellings, trashy lifestyle, & bad taste offends every normal person within a 100 mile radius of you!

I guess it must be the lying skills. These people must have the longest proverbial Pinnochio noses in the history of Liars. Its too bad for us non-pathological types, slaving to the Brown Nosers, the Fakies, & the Cokeheads....or a combo of all three rolled into one. I say "Blegh" to this BS.

Now before I can go any further-I must say that I have had a few good bosses in the past-they weren't all crazy and I miss them very much.

I. Am. Tired. And not just for myself-but for all my friends who have to suffer through these people, day in, day out; just working hard for the money; even worse if they actually don't mind their job, but their boss ruins it for them.

I believe that must be included in like a "Life's Top 5 Ironies" list. Love your job, hate your boss.

It's Me or the Dog

Oohhh Victoria Stillwell, you have an infinite supply of doggie wisdom. How I love your show, the crazy pet owners you encounter...one day i hope my dog will behave just as good as the ones you train......

Until then-

I believe my dog does not like to poop in the dark. I recently got a new puppy (Fontaine,Fonnie for short, she's a cocker spaniel)and I'm worried I'm going to over mother her...which will induce prissiness & snobbery. And last night, I think I saw an example-So she usually takes a little bathroom break at the beginning & in the middle of night and not to be gross, but usually i see at least two number "2"s...when we went outside, many times, she didn't want to go any further then the aloe plant-which is right next to the house. And she refused to go number 2. Refused. -Now, good doggie training says to pick a spot and stick with it when potty-training, but last night, i was just trying to get her to GO.

3 things come to mind.

1-she is constipated
2-Who would want to take a poop in the dark anyway?
3-she's lazy.

It might be a combination of all 3. Or mayhap, she is becoming like me...I, for one, do not enjoy pooping in the dark and am very lazy. If she is like this, then I guess it's going to be smooth sailing for nighttime activity.

Anyway, she is very cute and adorable, and I'm going to post some pics when i get access to a better computer.

In other news---

SWINE FLU=Scared, already germaphobe & hypocondriactic (sp? word?) Krystle. First West nile, then mad cow, then hoof & mouth, Bird flu(not as scary-all the way across the world, but still) NOW This. I've never even had a flu shot-didn't think it was good for me, ppl always seem to come down with flu even when they have flu shots...doesn't seem very affective...and now...umm...should i get one?? Should I retrieve the mask that i wore the first day i went back to work after surgery??? I'm already taking like a bazillion mgs of Vitamin C, Echinacea, and drinking at least one Emergen-C a day.

Should I not worry?? The White House says not to. I mean, they reported Obama was playing golf...not worried...hmm

On to American Morning's tips about erasing your "cyber footprint", AM brought in a "cyber expert" to explain how you can limit your info on the web. Now, I can't remember the girl's name-but she started asking some sad questions. "So "so&so", say there are pictures on my facebook and i'm worried that a potential employer might see them...what do i do?" UMMMMMM....You put them on there....You could probably figure out how to take them off...say...Delete an album?? "What if someone tagged me?" UMMMMM go to the pic and click on "Untag"????

Oh American Morning....sigh.

So who is this guy

and why does he feel the need to drive by my street at 7:30 in the morning, revving his engine and (from my deduction of sounds in my hearing impaired state right now) speeding like a bat out of H??!!!?!

I'm thinking of setting up a surveillance camera...or a stake out (when it starts getting warmer in the mornings) involving a carton of eggs.

Speaking of mornings, since I don't have local channels (i'm gonna get you DirectTV, i'm.gonna.get.you.) and like watching the news whilst eating brekky(insert "you are old" comment here)American Morning. The show is fine, reports the news & blah blah, but this morning I was watching & as it starts coming back on from a commercial break, i hear music from a familiar song. As I'm laying on the couch (Not lazy-Eardrops.) I start remembering clubbing escapades, long night joy rides....Holy Crap, they're playing Fergilicious??? No lie-the music from Fergilicious on a CNN show...i start paying attention now-Next commercial break-Swear it sounds like something from 50 or Luda.
Ok CNN, we get it. You're hip, you are down- playing your songs from 2006...or whenever Fergilicious came out. {Don't judge me, I have no perception of time-how it elapses, continues on...whatever}

You know, I realize that I use a lot of parenthesis and brackets-if this is annoying, I'm sorry. I can't help myself.

Another hot thought in my brain-

Have you seen Camilla Belle lately???



What has happened to that girl??? Where's the rest of her? All I see is a giant head and Toothpick arms. There's cute Ginnifer Goodwin (love her btw!), just smilin' in her cute dress and normal shape and then there's crazy big head toothpick arm w/ no back.

I mean, she was cool-she did The Ballad of Jack & Rose, very indie and Daniel Day Lewis-HELLO! But now...stick figure...Jonas brother? Siiiigh.

I think the power company installed my AC Unit

Because the minute that thing comes on, it starts sucking all the money out of my wallet. I know it's a conspiracy, I know it! How can it use that much energy....and don't try to explain it to me, because I'm not interested in listening and I'm sure if I thought about it, it would make perfect sense....But I'm not going to do that. I'm going to complain.

And another thing-Taxes out of my paycheck. Every middle & end of the month, I look at those checks and I wonder: WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY? I could be making that when I only get this much?? Again don't try to explain and no, I won't think it through. I just want the money!

On a completely different note: IF you remember My Best Friend's Wedding and you had/have some nostalgic inclination towards Rupert Everett (before the Inspector Gadget days) go to Bestweekever.tv and do a search for him. They posted a picture of him yesterday and OMG, You just have to see it for yourself. I don't say OMG in a good way either...he doesn't even look English anymore---And I don't know what English looks like, I'm just saying-Back in the day, you could tell. ...with him anyway. Siiigh poor Rupey....I saw him on Martha Stewart a week ago, and as much as I hate Martha and her monotonous voice and place settings, I could not stop watching...I just couldn't believe it was him. Surely there had been a mistake but they started talking about Madonna and blah blah and yeah.

Plastic surgery is not for everyone.

I was Standing, you were there, and they could never tear us apart?

What song is that?? I'm listening to it right now on the new 106.9, I swear radio stations change their genre so much these days....don't even get me started on The Buzz (100.5) I've lost all my Indie Rock cred since they've gone on to become the new 103.7, playing Nickelback and Metalica (nothing wrong with them...) I'm just making a point-I miss The -old- Buzz, playing all sorts of crazy things that i didn't understand but lurveed. Guess I'll just start tuning into Fuze and watch music videos.

So...where to start.

Had lunch with Aleta today, good times and holy cow, that was the busiest I've ever seen the '98 Grill, now I can stop pondering how they are still in business. Around here, sometimes it doesn't matter how good the food/service is, places still get shut down. (RIP Coffee Shop, Petrello's, Black Diamond...even though you are open again...BUT FOR HOW LONG???)

We talked about a lot of things and she told me a story about her dad (also in her blog) and it made me think about the conversation that i had with my dad last night; Just a few notes:

1-This is the first time I can ever think of my dad calling me "just to chat."
2-It was nice.
3-It was....interesting.

So I'm talking to my dad and he starts explaining his new dentures. He talks about the uppers and the lowers, and how it kind of makes his mouth hurt, but he's getting used to it. And then he starts in about the saliva. Increased saliva from the new dentures. After i steer the conversation in a non-spit direction for a few minutes, he starts talking about them AGAIN. I'm thinking, the teeth must be driving him crazy, because that's really all he can talk about. All the while I'm thinking...Is this what I'm going to be like when I'm 63? Calling the kids, talking about my dentures? AND when did my dad start talking about these things? When did my dad start talking to ME about these things?? Am I entering some new stage of adult hood? Hmmm.

On a totally different note-I watched Snakes on a Plane last night. Highs and lows, really.. highs and lows. Yes, the snakes are poorly CGI'd. Yes, Keenan (Kel? Keenan? I can't remember since The Good Burger days) needs more physical comedy, less lines. But ya know, I have to say ( and I can't decide highest of highs or lowest of lows) the most integral part of the movie was the censoring; at the point where Sam L Jack gets fed up of all those stupid snakes on the stupid plane, he furiously yells out: I've had it with these MONEY FRYING SNAKES ON THIS MONEY FRYING PLANE!

Now....I have no idea what money frying could entail, except the greasy cooking of coins and cash alike, so I'm trying to understand why its the expletive's replacement...maybe because it would mean damaging currency, which is never good, especially in these hard economic times.

I'm out, you money fryers.

Surgery

I did this mostly to enjoy my friend Aleta's blog, because I can never leave comments and her blogs are always funny and thoughtful and I always want to say how great they are but the dumb thing won't let me because I'm not a member or whatever. So I signed up and decided that while I'm on the mend with not much to do anyway, why not?

SURGERY:

So Friday morning last week, I had some work done.A-Haha. Since I was little, as many of you know, if any of you are reading this, if you are whom I think you are....-I've lived with hardly any hearing in my left ear; my eardrum collapsed a looong time ago due to tubes and corrective surgeries. At my last check up, in January, my ear doctor told me that basically it was a matter of "when, not If" for a hearing aid. I became really upset because I've never thought of needing one, never thought of being slightly handicapped...but then alot of feelings started rushing over me-I started thinking about every time I have to ask "what" for the 3rd time, I have to turn if someone is whispering on my left, so I get it in my "good" ear, talking too loud because I can't hear myself.

I'll be honest, I kind of broke down...but there were options for me-so I opted to get corrective surgery to improve it and last friday-i went under the knife...

So now I'm in recovery and things have been, well, you could guess. My ear feels all stuffed up and the worst is the cottonballs. Bleah...I'll spare the details about them. Other than that, things are going ok.

Boring blog.